AN: I love the Mcpriceley pairing as a married couple but I also love the stories of them meeting in Uganda so I thought I'd combine them in one! It alternates between the present day 5th wedding anniversairy and when they met 9 years ago in Uganda. I'm using Connor as Elder McKinley's first name because it's the name I'm used to reading. It's not AU, but I haven't actually seen the show yet (in April yay!) just been obsessing over everything I can get hold of, FF included, so if there's something in here that doesn't match with something in the show, please don't call me out unless it's major. Thanks so much for reading!
Seven years after their mission in Uganda, Mr and Mr Mcpricely were snuggled up on the sofa pretending to watch TV. It was the evening of their fifth anniversary and Arnold and Nabalungi had left the two alone in the apartment they shared to enjoy some private time.
Neither of the two men was paying any attention to the TV screen, Connor had his eyes closed, snuggled in the crook of Kevin's shoulder, his head resting just under the other's chin, relaxing in the sensation of his husband gently stroking the soft, downy hair behind his ears. Kevin was looking down at Connor, feeling his soothing breath regularly against his neck, his arm cradling the rise and fall of the man he cared for most in the world.
With the hand that wasn't stroking Connor's hair, Kevin reached out for the remote control and stwitched the TV off. Connor's eyes opened gently and he cocked his head up towards Kevin.
"Early night?" Connor turned his blue eyes to Kevin.
"Well we're going to bed, not sure if there will be any sleep involved" the brunette winked down at the red head and they both smiled knowingly at each other.
It was moments like these when Kevin realised he was the luckiest man alive. Kevin fell in love all over again when he looked into those enticingly ice-blue eyes, despite knowing Connor's bedroom skills, Kevin's heart still melted at the sight of the redhead's innocent, coquettish smile.
Connor tentatively let Kevin shift up from his position causing Connor's hand to slide down Kevin's muscular chest. Connor's fingers caressed the ripples until his hand reached just above the waistline of Kevin's jeans.
Kevin supported Connor's head lovingly while he moved face to face with him on the sofa. Connor almost reluctantly moved with his guiding touch as he felt the perfect angle of Kevin's defined jawbone slide out of view.
The brunette and the redhead stared at each other's lips, Kevin's deep brown eyes fixated on Connor's, his own slightly parted. Kevin stroked Connor's cheek with his thumb before leaning in for a soft kiss.
At the touch of Connor's feathery lips, Kevin's heart began beating faster, he could feel Connor's speeding up too, his finger tips still lightly brushing the older man's neck.
As the kiss gained speed, Kevin gradually let his tongue slide between the willing lips of the redhead, the two sharing and competing simultaneously for dominance.
Suddenly and all too soon for the brunette's liking Connor pulled apart and the two shared an electric moment of just staring, the desperate longing of both clearly evident in their flushed and aroused faces. Connor gently pushed Kevin back into a seated position with his back against the sofa and straddled him, kneeling either side of his legs.
Locking eyes once more both men kept them open as their lips slammed together, Connor's arms resting on Kevin's shoulders, the brunette's gripping firmly to the redhead's waist.
The heated kiss lasted longer than the two boys could ever hope to have counted in such a loving moment before they broke apart keeping the contact for as long as possible.
Kevin felt the crotch of his jeans become tighter and he felt a twinge as the redhead brushed his own slowly hardening package against his. The brief moment of friction caused both men to moan together and Connor in his position on top began to slowly rock back and forth in Kevin's lap.
"You said something about bed?" Connor asked expectantly of his husband.
Kevin dashed his famous smile at Connor, white teeth (although not quite as white since they'd been in Uganda as Kevin had taken up coffee) stretching to his beautiful eyes.
Kevin let his hands slip down until one was on the small of Connor's back and the other on his thigh. He guided Connor's slow rocking movements, but realised that from this position neither was getting the satisfaction they needed for the release.
Kevin slipped Connor off his lap, to the redhead's surprised dismay, and stood up; he kissed the tousled head of his husband and then without warning hoisted Connor into the air, wedding style. He planted a passionate kiss, leaning down low enough so that Connor could comfortably wrap his arms around the brunette's neck.
"Remember this?" Kevin held Connor protectively close to his chest, his strong muscles barely straining at the weight of the lithe dancer.
Connor giggled, "Five years is a very short time, of course I remember that day" Kevin matched his smile as they shared the memory of the happiest day on earth for both.
"I remember the night"
Kevin grinned the whole way up to their room, keeping eye contact and making sure he didn't bump into anything by using his periphery. When they reached the bed, Connor was gently laid down while Kevin climbed on top of him, neither one breaking the gaze.
Connor sighed in admiration at his husband "Yes, five years is a very short—"
Connor's words were cut off with another kiss, and he moaned softly as Kevin broke from his lips and began working down to kiss neck, making circles with his tongue on the soft flesh just above his collarbone
Kevin trailed a single finger down Connor's chest stopping before he reached the belt. He slid a hand underneath the man's shirt and used the tips of his fingers to caress the bare skin.
"You forget, it's been nine years since we met"
Connor's eyes glazed over as he remembered fondly the very moment he had first laid eyes on, as he was then called, Elder Price.
The suffocating heat was causing Elder McKinley's shirt to stick to his back, he was uncomfortable in his black slacks, shoes and socks and longed to be able to walk around barefoot or in sandals as the villagers did. Of course he would never let any of the boys in the mission hut know this. As District Leader, he was the most perfect Mormon of the lot, always had a smile, genuine or not, and always knew what to do.
All this was soon about to change however, and as the second hour of his wait at the bus stop ticked by, he was completely unaware of how much his life would change when the bus doors opened.
Elder McKinley was waiting for two new missionaries to come by, the mission in Uganda needed all the help it could get and all the boys would be glad for some more company.
As the bus pulled up, Elder McKinley put on his best smile as he strained to see through the tinted windows of the bus. He thought he could just make out two contrasting shapes when the doors opened and a man stepped out.
It was Elder Cunningham, beaming with excitement, hand already extended to shake Elder McKinley's. Pumping it up and down with great force before Elder McKinley could say 'Hello', he turned expectantly towards the door of the bus.
"Elder Price!" He called out through the door, "Come on buddy, we're here!". Elder Cunningham was staring all around, eyes darting all over, trying to take in the landscape.
"Ummm…is he ok in there?" Elder McKinley asked, concernedly trying to peer around Elder Cunningham's large frame.
"Oh he's fine! I think he thinks that if he stays on the bus long enough it might turn around and take him back"
Elder McKinley was surprised, he had heard a lot about the two new missionaries and what he had heard was that they were meant to be coming to save the mission. One a poster boy Mormon, dripping in enthusiasm, the best man for the job, and the other his slightly incompetent but no less enthusiastic friend.
Still the he tried to maintain his cheery smile and was all prepared to welcome the newcomer to camp. His hand was already extended as the man inside the bus came to the door and tentatively placed both feet on the dusty ground. As the man raised his head to look up from his feet, Elder McKinley stared in shock. The man exuded an air of self confidence, almost cockiness. His superior look matched his head, held high and he was wearing the same faux smile as the man greeting him on the pavement.
But Elder McKinley was looking past that and he suddenly experienced a flood of emotions. He looked up and down the young Elder's perfectly defined body, muscles defined and visible beneath the short sleeved shirt. His face was symmetrical decorated with a dazzling smile that showed off the Mormon's exceptionally white teeth. Despite the burning heat, the man's hair managed to stay styled and attractively sculpted framing his brown eyes and soft brow.
Elder McKinley choked back his shock Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn. It. Off. He whispered under his breath, trying desperately to maintain eye contact without feeling weak at the knees.
AN: The first chapter of my very first fanfic complete! Please let me know what you think I'd love to hear!